Friday

DH took the day off, so we went out for breakfast. And can i just tell u that the lady who was in line just ahead of us had pretty much finished her meal before we got our food? DH said to blame it on him, as he ordered the pulled pork and eggs, and maybe the pulled pork wasn't quite pulled enough yet. Yep, pulled pork and eggs over easy. That's what sounded good to him.

Now, as I was growing up, we had eggs 3 ways: fried hard, scrambled or hard boiled. I still to this day remember as a child staying the night at Anna Collier's house, and seeing her dad eating over easy eggs for breakfast. I was horrified. All that yolk running all over the place? Ew. And then, the sopping up? Double ew.

I understand that when one marries, one has to accept the little quirks and oddities that make up this human being that you have committed to spending the rest of your life with. And eating over easy eggs is one of DH's. He has, unfortunately, corrupted DD1 with his culinary tastes, as she ordered one strip of bacon, one link of sausage, and one egg. Over Easy. And she dips her bacon in that runny yolk and holds it out to me, saying "Here! Try it!"
Ha! Not on your life.